Li Qin was lying on the broken wooden couch. He had recovered his consciousness two days ago, but he had been unable to accept the facts in front of him. He couldn't figure out that he was just taking a nap in the clinic for a while, so why did he lie in this unfamiliar environment when he woke up again?

In two days, he heard the conversation between the old couple who claimed to be his parents. All the information revealed from the conversation was that he knew that he had arrived in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and his soul was attached to an eighteen-year-old young man who was the same name and surname as him, and was also named Li Qin.

The young man's father was named Li Tian, ​​who was from a small village. His mother's surname was He and had no name. Everyone in the village called her He. The older ones called her from the Li family, and the younger ones called her Aunt Li.

The young man was tall and strong, in this era, called it eight feet long, as strong as a cow, and good at shooting archery. Seven or eight days ago, the young man went to hunt in the forest and hit a wild sheep. Unexpectedly, he was targeted by a group of scoundrels. The scoundrels said that the wild sheep were raised by them and injured the young man's head during the quarrel. If the people in the village had not rescued the young man, they would probably die in the woods.

However, the young man was beaten, but his parents at home had no choice. Among the scoundrels who beat people, the leader was the nephew of the county magistrate and the person who could not afford to offend him. Even if Li Tian sued the official, the county magistrate would protect the nephew. Maybe he would bite him back and convict the young man. The people would not fight against the official, so the Li family could only endure this tone.

The family was poor and could not even have enough food to eat, so why not invite a doctor to see a doctor? The young man lay on the couch for several days and was already dead, but he didn't expect to be possessed by Li Qin's soul. Li Qin became a young man and also the son of Li Tian and He.

Li Qin slowly raised his hand, put it beside his mouth, and took it hard, and the pain was unbearable. He was not dreaming, but he had indeed become a peasant child in the late Han Dynasty. Whether he accepted it or not, it became a fact.

As a doctor, Li Qin naturally knew his current condition. For some reason, the wound behind the head that killed the young man was healed at an incredible speed in just two days! Not only that, the muscles and bones of the body were stronger and stronger, and the qi and blood were abundant, and they could be called strong!

Perhaps, this is God’s compensation for himself. Thinking of his thin body in his previous life, Li Qin couldn’t help but smile bitterly!

The sound of footsteps came outside the house. Li Qin knew that this was the He family, the young mother, who came to feed her son water and food. She didn't know that her son had been occupied by others and was no longer the son she knew.

Li Qin closed his eyes. He didn't know that his son had changed, but he knew that his mother had changed, so he couldn't accept this.

He entered the room with a bowl of water in his hand and said softly: "Son, get up and drink some hot water. Your father went out to borrow rice and will come back in a while. When he comes back, we will cook porridge." She slowly sat down to the edge of the couch, held the bowl with one hand and pushed Li Qin with the other.

Li Qin opened his eyes and had already been hungry. After waking up, he only drank three sparse millet porridge two days ago, but he couldn't complain because he knew that Li Tian and He could only drink one porridge every day, and it was porridge made of bran.

This is an extremely poor family, so poor that there is no overnight food for the family, so poor that it is unimaginable as a modern person!

Seeing his son open his eyes, He said, "Son, your eyes are much less red. It seems that your condition has improved. As long as you keep it for a while, you will be a young man again!" While comforting, he reached out to help his son up and fed him water.

This has been the case these two days. He took care of Li Qin in every detail, but Li Qin was still at a loss. He was able to get up, but because he didn't know how to face the Li couple, he could only pretend to be sick and still lie down.

With the bowl of water brought by He, Li Qin drank the hot water and lay down again, closing his eyes.

He sat by the couch and looked at his son, feeling indescribable discomfort. She gave birth to a daughter and a son, and two siblings. Her daughter Li Jia married a Qiu Xiaolian who fled from Wuwei. Although life was tight, Qiu Xiaolian was good to her. They were both poor people. It was lucky to have such a husband. But two years ago, Qiu Xiaolian left home and went to the state to find a future. She never returned. Li Jia had to take care of her weak and sick in-laws alone, and lived a life of more difficult times by sewing and repairing for the rich. She did not work for a day, could not eat for a day, and was unable to take care of her parents' home, and her parents' home was not able to take care of him.

The family is poor, and my son is eighteen and hasn't even mentioned his wife yet. I originally thought that after the autumn harvest this year, no matter how tight I was, I would have to handle my son's marriage. If it really doesn't work, I would marry a Qiang girl. I don't have to get rich gifts to marry a Qiang girl. Nowadays, poor men are like this, and no one can laugh at anyone.

But I didn't expect that the trouble would come from heaven and offend the relatives of the county magistrate's family and beat his son to almost die. If the disease is in the root of the disease, what would happen? If I could only spend the rest of my life on the bed, even the Qiang girl would not be able to marry her. If I take a step back, even if I can marry her, I can't even move my son. How can I pass on the family line?

He raised his sleeves, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and thought to himself: "What a glory for my ancestors, my Li family, even historical books have to write biographies for their ancestors. Could it be that our generation will eventually be defeated?"

Li Qin heard the sob and opened a crack in his eyes. Seeing He was crying, he felt sorry for his injuries, but he didn't know what to do next, so he had to hold back and not move, but he felt very sad. He could feel the sadness of He, but what could he do? He really couldn't think of what to do. The situation in front of him exceeded his ability to accept.

At this moment, the gate of the courtyard creaked and footsteps came. It must be that Li Tian had returned from borrowing grain.

He whispered softly, wiped away his tears, stood up, looked at his son again, and then quickly walked out. He heard her go outside the house and asked, "Chief, can you borrow food?"

The person outside was Li Tian. He nodded and said, "I borrowed all over the village, but Zhao Bajin even gave us two kilograms of bran bran. Now it is the spring famine, and no family can live a good life." He held a basket in one hand, containing the borrowed two kilograms of bran bran.

When Li Tian was young, his family was well-off. Not only did he study, he knew literature and literacy, but he also practiced martial arts passed down from his ancestors. He practiced good marksmanship and archery skills. After marrying He, his life was very happy. However, he unexpectedly suffered a flood that flooded his hometown, so he had to escape with his wife. Unexpectedly, he encountered another group of robbers on the road. After a fight, although Li Tian drove away the robbers, his arm was cut off, and only his left arm was left since then.

After arriving in Fuping, he saw that the county people moved away in large numbers and left a lot of unowned land. He took He to settle down here. However, due to the lack of grain and the government was unable to borrow money, he only had one arm, so he could not expand production and his life was always tight. He thought his son was older and his life would be more generous, but unexpectedly, the disaster came, which made the already poor family worse.

Li Tian and He were both in their early fifties, but both were old. He looked over 60 years old, but Li Tian was like an old man in his seventies, with his hair almost falling out, and the rest were all white, just like a candle in his twilight years.

Li Tian handed the basket to He. He entered the room, came to Li Qin's couch, looked at his son, then reached out to touch his forehead. Seeing that Li Qin was fine, he left the room again.

Li Tian said: "Old woman, my son's illness is cured. It seems nothing is wrong. I guess he will be able to go to the ground after raising him."

He put the basket on the stove and whispered: "I'm afraid of falling into the root of the disease. If there is any hidden injury, it will be bad."

Li Tian sighed and said, "Speak softly, don't let your son hear it. This food is saved and it will last for three or five days. The family will deal with it first. I heard that the county wants to recruit craftsmen to make weapons, and I can make bows. Maybe I can be selected. If I can get some chewing, the spring famine will be over."

He hurriedly said, "Can it work? If you are really selected, you can live in the daughter's house in the city, and you can also find a job for your daughter. If there are too many craftsmen, don't you have to ask for someone to cook? Our daughter can do this job."

Li Tian sighed, shook his head softly, and said, "If I were selected, it would be easy to say anything, but I was afraid that I was only one arm at my age and would not look down on me!"

After Li Qin in the room heard a sigh, the Li couple outside the room stopped talking. After a moment, He was crying, and then Li Tian's low words came, as if he was asking He to whisper and not let his son hear it!

Li Qin could no longer bear it, and cried as he watched the people who cared about him, and watched them work hard for him. If he was still indifferent, it would be a sin!

He slowly sat up from the couch and pressed the wound on the back of his head. He found that the wound had miraculously healed, and even the scar was not left behind. He also had no headaches, and his body was not uncomfortable. It was as if he had just woken up after a full sleep, and his whole body was full of energy!

Li Qin lifted the quilt and checked his body. Although his body was thin, his thighs were strong. If he had such a physical body, he could participate in the triathlon competition in modern times, and he might even get a ranking!

He saw a pair of thick straw sandals on the ground, so he put them in. He didn't have socks and wore straw sandals barefoot, but he didn't feel pricked or cold. He stood up, coughed, and walked slowly towards the outer room.

The sob outside the house stopped immediately. Li Tian and He ran to the door together. When they saw Li Qin going to the ground, they were both surprised and happy! He said, "Son, your injury is healed?"

Li Tian walked over, reached out to touch the back of Li Qin's head, and said, "My son, let Dad see your wound!" He exclaimed, turned behind Li Qin, looked carefully, and even opened his hair to look. When He saw this, he held his son's shoulder with both hands, turned his body sideways, and went to see the wound with Li Tian.

Li Qin stood up straight and checked with them. The two elders looked for a while before saying in unison: "Where is the wound? Why is it missing?"

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